Were you painting?

I have been on a weird run since Christmas.  After being out of my work out routine due to the hula-hoop incident, I have just been plain out of sorts.  One thing after another and the next thing you know, a month (or two) goes by. A wonderful friend just called me to see where I have been and it reminded me of this story that I very briefly want to share with you.Many of you know that as a working mom,…

Betty, Sammy, Chuck

I have always named my cars. I do not know why, but I have….maybe because I needed them so much.  I needed Betty, my ’73 Pinto Wagon with the wood-sided trim, to get me to and from my job at Ponderosa so I could pay for my college education. She was a great car and how I prayed that she would start after a long shift in the dead of winter.  Betty had no heat, or de-frost but she could…

The Birds and The Bees

OK, last night I wrote about my daughter and I mentioned the fact that my kids are the product of the wonderful technology of infertility treatment.  Well tonight at dinner, the kids were discussing school and the beginning of the study of "The Family Unit".  To us older folks, that is old time health and the Birds and the Bees. Well Jack had a question and thought it best to ask Amelia so he did. Amelia told him that it…

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall……

   …..I am my Mother after all!  Does it ever get easier?  Will the drop dead, “I hate you” looks fade into, the long ago, “you are the best Mom ever”?  Nope. Not now and not with a teenage girl.My daughter is smart, funny and beautiful both inside and out. My kids are the products of fertility technology  and I have the scars and traumas to prove it.  Amelia tried to break out at 24 weeks. I was in Chicago for…

Peace

Peace is a funny word. People find peace in different places. With the Christmas holiday behind us and a new decade coming towards us, I thought I would simply list some things that I find peace in (or with) and I would love to hear where you find peace in return. So, I find peace:©      At the sound of my Pug Izzy snoring with my son while they sleep cheek to cheek.©      With the bounce of Amelia’s basketball when she…